Spring 51 , 513 A.V.
“ Ravok, a city that would have been my permanent home but much like Zeltiva, it is just another place that will house someone I leave behind.”
Noaru traveled the streets to a place only he and few knew. In this form Noaru could not be seen but felt by some, if not by most with some spiritual talent and skill. He looked to the sky and saw things were quite different than what they usually were like, there was a quiet sky which replaced the darkened skies he was used to and beautiful stars than slowly began to fade into view as darkness replaced the world around him. The spirit would be alone again to pursue a goal only he could achieve and as he pushed forward towards this goal, he knew that many would be left behind.
He reflected upon the things he had done; murder, manipulation, and deceit... things that would not be easily forgiven but he did not ask for forgiveness, only a chance to reclaim that which he has lost and keep what has he now... with no exchange in between. Noaru came to a stop, in front of a huge estate. The building was abandoned; missing a door, windows and old paint was falling off its dying wooden frame.... this place was depressing to look at.
There the soulmist making up his form shimmered and flowed around him like raging waters glistening with the light of the sun but in Noaru's case, with the light of the moon and stars. Black much like the shadows, forever present shadows, Noaru's soulmist formed into a more liable and solid appearance which gracefully swayed, as if carried by a mysterious wind. Noaru, now fully materialized simply stood in front of the building, patiently waiting for someones arrival.
“ Ravok, a city that would have been my permanent home but much like Zeltiva, it is just another place that will house someone I leave behind.”
Noaru traveled the streets to a place only he and few knew. In this form Noaru could not be seen but felt by some, if not by most with some spiritual talent and skill. He looked to the sky and saw things were quite different than what they usually were like, there was a quiet sky which replaced the darkened skies he was used to and beautiful stars than slowly began to fade into view as darkness replaced the world around him. The spirit would be alone again to pursue a goal only he could achieve and as he pushed forward towards this goal, he knew that many would be left behind.
He reflected upon the things he had done; murder, manipulation, and deceit... things that would not be easily forgiven but he did not ask for forgiveness, only a chance to reclaim that which he has lost and keep what has he now... with no exchange in between. Noaru came to a stop, in front of a huge estate. The building was abandoned; missing a door, windows and old paint was falling off its dying wooden frame.... this place was depressing to look at.
There the soulmist making up his form shimmered and flowed around him like raging waters glistening with the light of the sun but in Noaru's case, with the light of the moon and stars. Black much like the shadows, forever present shadows, Noaru's soulmist formed into a more liable and solid appearance which gracefully swayed, as if carried by a mysterious wind. Noaru, now fully materialized simply stood in front of the building, patiently waiting for someones arrival.